At the edge of the dreadnought, my arm hanging over the edge with Hawkmoon grasped so tightly in my hand. The blade of Oryx, after a long fought battle between us, steps closer to my defeated one self. For once the hive where about to be victorious. Instead of draining my light with his sword, the beast crushes my arm as I try to recover it from the edge of the dreadnought with intense weight. As I hear the bones being crushed in my arm, I scream in pain and let go of Hawkmoon, watching as it falls into the deep space. Then I knew it's forever gone. All the adventures I've had with the dearest Hawkmoon, I went into the vault with Hawkmoon, the pit, even the prison, and Mercury too. I knew I was not going to die like this, without Hawkmoon by my side my death would be incomplete. The blade of Oryx was leaning in to see in my visor of my helmet. Out of intense anger I grab my knife, and shove it in his center eye temporarily blinding him. My golden gun was ready. I quickly dart out of his space as the blade of Oryx covers his bleeding eye. My ghost says we have to go back in the ship, but I refused. I had to avenge my dearest Hawkmoon. I use my super, and something unusual happened. I forged my light into my golden gun. It has the formation and shape of Hawkmoon. The blade of oryx pulls my knife out of his eye and begins charging towards me with his sword. I ready my blazing gun and fire at the beast. He became nonexistent. Behind where he was perished I looked into the deep hole I have blasted into the side of the dreadnought. No this isn't possible, a void that large couldn't be caused by a Hawkmoon shaped golden gun. Out of fear I return to my ship then headed to the tower. I told Cayde-6 what happened. Ikora overheard our conversation, and the warlocks took deep interest of what I had to say. That's how I became legend. How about you?